didn't make the cut.

All over the curves in the road that my life has ventured on and every wrong turn, my path has been documented in songs and letters and journals. Why I've kept these things? I don't know. Why I have felt a necessary need to cling to the past and keep this tight grasp on everything joyous I come in contact to? I don't know. I dwell in the past, i wrap myself in the present, and i dread the future. It's about time for a big change.